When you are a toddler you don’t remember very much about your childhood. All you recognize is the in particular environment. In my childhood there were large amounts of tension between my parents. Sometimes I can remember certain moments when the tension was at its worst and when there was no tension at all. When I was eight years old, almost nine, my parents got divorced. I know what it feels like to grow up in a hostile environment while growing up.
My two older brothers weren't as affected by the divorce as I was because I always wanted my parents to like each other again. When they didn't make an effort to keep going I got really sad and didn't talk a lot. One night I was looking for my mom in the middle of the night and I couldn't find her anywhere until I relied that her car was gone. I called my mom’s cell phone and she answered while crying and told me that she was at a hotel because she didn't want to sleep in the same house as my dad. That night I knew that my parents would never be like they were before.
Once they officially got divorced on March 25, 2008, things started to change a lot more. My brothers and I started switching between houses every week. My brothers and I all had different out looks on the new houses. My oldest brother liked it because of having two Christmases and double the amount of presents. My second oldest brother just thought about the chores of having to clean two houses. I always missed our big house that I grew up in and that was near all of my friends. In both of the new houses there were no kids my age and there were only elderly people living there. When I visit my old house, I miss it so much and I can noticed that they painted my room light blue instead of white. I noticed that they put a fountain in the front yard. I noticed that all my neighborhood friends are still living there. I noticed how much I miss living there.
My mom would constantly give me toys every time she and my dad would fight. Possibly thinking that it would make it OK for them to yell at each other. My parents don’t know what it is like to have divorced parents because their parents are/were together until death. Only I know what it is like to be the youngest child and have it affect your life the worst.
My two older brothers weren't as affected by the divorce as I was because I always wanted my parents to like each other again. When they didn't make an effort to keep going I got really sad and didn't talk a lot. One night I was looking for my mom in the middle of the night and I couldn't find her anywhere until I relied that her car was gone. I called my mom’s cell phone and she answered while crying and told me that she was at a hotel because she didn't want to sleep in the same house as my dad. That night I knew that my parents would never be like they were before.
Once they officially got divorced on March 25, 2008, things started to change a lot more. My brothers and I started switching between houses every week. My brothers and I all had different out looks on the new houses. My oldest brother liked it because of having two Christmases and double the amount of presents. My second oldest brother just thought about the chores of having to clean two houses. I always missed our big house that I grew up in and that was near all of my friends. In both of the new houses there were no kids my age and there were only elderly people living there. When I visit my old house, I miss it so much and I can noticed that they painted my room light blue instead of white. I noticed that they put a fountain in the front yard. I noticed that all my neighborhood friends are still living there. I noticed how much I miss living there.
My mom would constantly give me toys every time she and my dad would fight. Possibly thinking that it would make it OK for them to yell at each other. My parents don’t know what it is like to have divorced parents because their parents are/were together until death. Only I know what it is like to be the youngest child and have it affect your life the worst.